Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.